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EddyhansonThe Door at the End of the Hall
“Some doors are closed for a reason—and not all who knock should answer.”
EddyhansonThe Human Edge: Why Teachers Outperform AI in the Classroom
Human teachers bring empathy, real-time adaptability, and cultural understanding that AI can’t match. Yet, they face challenges like time limits and bias. This article weighs the unique advantages and drawbacks of teachers versus AI in education. Article Artificial intelligence is transforming education, but human teachers still hold a unique edge. Unlike AI, teachers build genuine relationships with students, noticing subtle emotional cues and tailoring lessons to individual needs in real ti...
EddyhansonThe Letter That Found Her
“Sometimes love finds you not in people, but in words that were always meant to reach you.”
The storm had swallowed the town whole. Streets once alive with chatter now lay abandoned, washed in shadows. In the small attic of her grandmother’s house, Amara sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, watching the single candle flicker against the dark. Each time the flame bent, it cast long, trembling figures on the wall—shapes that did not belong to her.
At first, she thought it was the wind sneaking through the cracks. But then one of the shadows moved when the flame stood still.
Her breath caught. The figure on the wall raised a hand, and though she sat frozen, her own hand rose in perfect imitation.
Amara realized with horror—the candle wasn’t keeping the darkness away. It was inviting something through.
The storm had swallowed the town whole. Streets once alive with chatter now lay abandoned, washed in shadows. In the small attic of her grandmother’s house, Amara sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, watching the single candle flicker against the dark. Each time the flame bent, it cast long, trembling figures on the wall—shapes that did not belong to her.
At first, she thought it was the wind sneaking through the cracks. But then one of the shadows moved when the flame stood still.
Her breath caught. The figure on the wall raised a hand, and though she sat frozen, her own hand rose in perfect imitation.
Amara realized with horror—the candle wasn’t keeping the darkness away. It was inviting something through.
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